Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cybotron,
MDC,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.